Six o'clock and the cats
I dont even know why that's the title. *rolls eyes* Anyway, I've been learning a lot from this book I'm reading and wow. I've been digging my own grave the whole time! How so incredibly stupid is that!? I KNOW!
But you know how sometimes books catch you off guard and they somehow end up "psychoing" you into believing something you shouldnt or at least be given a chance to think about and not just shoved down your insecure, take-in-all-you-can throat? See, you have to watch what you read sometimes. In every sense.
I busted money on these shampoo/conditioner and I dont think they're all that great. LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE. Have I mentioned how much I love toiletry shopping? It's fourth after accessories which are after clothes which are of course after shoes.
I too, love reruns!!! They are the best. 8.30 and 6.30 every single day baby!
I too, love YouTube. But shit. Can someone OBSESSED with OC in US hurry up and upload the 4th Jan ep!? It's killed me enough. ):
I need some friends-lovin now can. Burh. Well, at least I've got my cats. Kieffy is getting disgustingly manja. But I ruuvvve youuuuu darling! Hey, a bond of 8 years now? That's some serious shit.
I was about to poke somebody hard in the ribs, metaphorically speaking (not in the joking style, more like the stop-you-dead-in-your-tracks-you'll-choke-on-air kind), but I decided to be graceful and let it slide.
Good morning! And here's a big fat "HA!" to you people getting ready to go to school. And you know what. I found two movies I rented from downstairs which are about 2 months overdue. Great. More fines to pay! Story of my life.
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